1 Minute with The Bald-Headed Poet

Happy Mother's Day Poem for Non-biological Mother's – The Bald-Headed Poet A woman gives birth to ideas, goals, and dreams. It’s more than giving life to someone she’s conceived. Being a caretaker is arduous but rewarding. Thank God for the non-biological mothers who deserve fame and fortune. Aunts’ godmother’s stepmother’s friends, cousins’ sisters, teachers’ leaders adopted moms adoptive moms and the rest. Your work is priceless, precious and unending generosity returns, and your blessings come from heaven. Although at times appreciation, gratitude, praise, money or gifts aren’t received. God is your source and will meet all your needs. We honor you for your sacrifices, and for going the extra mile. For adding value to others with love, joy and smiles. To the ladies who are considered barren. To the females who have fertility challenges. Motherhood is a quality and doesn’t mean you’re less than or defective. We acknowledge the selfless, graceful and virtuous women. God made us nurturers, emotional and perfect. A man can buy a house, but a woman creates a home. She makes less on the dollar, but wisdom is better than silver and gold. Women are the pillars of the world. She may be the weaker vessel, but mothers are powerful and strong. I hope you receive your flowers in the form of this poem. A small arrangement for the recognition you deserve. Happy Mother’s Day to you; A queen on her throne. Honorary moms should be celebrated all year long. Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

The Most Beautiful Hands by Vinny Vi There are no hands more lovelyThan the ones that held you tightAnd soothed you through the night. There are no hands more fairThan the ones that brushed your hairAnd helped you dress with care. There are no hands more sweetThan the ones that cooked your mealsAnd tended to your needs.  There are no hands more dear Than the ones that wiped your tears And chased away your fears. There are no hands more blessedThan the ones that gave you restAnd held you close to their chest. There are no hands more kindThan those of your mother's hands,The most lovable hands you'll ever find. Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Split Differential by Matthew McConaugheylooking for things that I have seen, on the outs and in the between.opening drawers that I've opened prior, this constant crying wolf's proof I'm a liar.imagining places it's perfectly hidden, just because it's gone does that mean it's forbidden?believing it is where it's never been, a penance I pay to atone for my sin?running out of age to find what's mine, believing I will if I have enough time.And I don't. Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

All The World's A Stage by William ShakespeareAll the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances,And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lined,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slippered pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness and mere oblivion,Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Granny's Tree-Climbing by Ruskin BondMy grandmother was a genius. You'd like to know why?Because she could climb trees. Spreading or high, She'd be up their branches in a trice. And mind you,When last she climbed a tree, she was sixty-two.Ever since childhood, she'd had this gift For being happier in a tree than in a lift;And though, as years went by, she would be told That climbing trees should stop when one grew oldAnd that growing old should be gone about gracefullyShe'd laugh and say, 'Well, I'll grow old disgracefully.I can do it better.' And we had to agree;For in all the garden there wasn't a tree She hadn't been up, at one time or another (Having learned to climb from a loving brother When she was six) but it was feared by all That one day she'd have a terrible fall.The outcome was different; while we were in townShe climbed a tree and couldn't come down!We went to the rescue, and helped her descend A doctor took Granny's temperature and said,'I strongly recommend a quiet week in bed.' We sighed with relief and tucked her up well.Poor Granny! For her, it was more like a season in hell.Confined to her bedroom, while every breeze Whispered of summer and dancing leaves.But she held her peace till she felt stronger Then sat up and said, 'I'll lie here no longer!' And she called for my father and told him undauntedThat a house in a treetop was what she now wanted.My dad knew his duties. He said, 'That's all right You'll have what you want, dear, I'll start work tonight.'With my expert assistance, he soon finished the chore:Made her a tree house with windows and a door.So Granny moved up, and now every day I climb to her room with glasses and a tray.She sits there in state and drinks mocktails with me,Upholding her right to reside in a tree.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Solitude by Ella Wheeler WilcoxLaugh, and the world laughs with you;     Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,     But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer;     Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound,     But shrink from voicing care.  Rejoice, and men will seek you;     Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure,     But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many;     Be sad, and you lose them all, There are none to decline your nectared wine,     But alone you must drink life's gall.  Feast, and your halls are crowded;     Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live,     But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure     For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on     Through the narrow aisles of pain.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

A few lines can reshape how we think about blessing, prayer, and purpose, and Psalm 67 does exactly that. We read this short psalm straight through, letting its rhythm and repetition do their work: “May God be gracious to us and bless us” becomes more than a private wish, and turns into a worldwide hope.What stands out is the psalm’s logic. We ask for grace and for God’s face to shine, not so we can hoard comfort, but “that your way may be known on earth, your saving power among all nations.” That single turn reframes so much of modern faith talk about success, provision, and prosperity. Blessing is not an endpoint; it’s a signal flare that points beyond us.Then the chorus lands again and again: “Let the peoples praise you.” Psalm 67 widens the circle until it includes every people group and every nation, and it anchors that joy in God’s justice, equity, and guidance. It’s worship that refuses to ignore the world as it is, while still trusting God’s rule is steady. Finally, the psalm closes with harvest language and reverent awe, holding gratitude and holy fear together in the same breath.If you want a short Scripture reading for prayer, meditation, or a daily reset, press play and sit with Psalm 67. Subscribe for more, share this with a friend who needs hope, and leave a review telling us what line you’re still thinking about.Psalm 67, English Standard VersionMake Your Face Shine upon UsTo the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. A Psalm. A Song.67 May God be gracious to us and bless us     and make His face to shine upon us, Selah 2 that your way may be known on earth,     your saving power among all nations.3 Let the peoples praise you, O God;     let all the peoples praise you!4 Let the nations be glad and sing for joy,     for you judge the peoples with equity     and guide the nations upon earth. Selah 5 Let the peoples praise you, O God;     let all the peoples praise you!6 The earth has yielded its increase;     God, our God, shall bless us.7 God shall bless us;    let all the ends of the earth fear Him!Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Sick by Shel Silverstein“I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay.“I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps.My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,I’m going blind in my right eye.My tonsils are as big as rocks,I’ve counted sixteen chicken poxAnd there’s one more--that’s seventeen,And don’t you think my face looks green?My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--It might be instamatic flu.I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,I’m sure that my left leg is broke--My hip hurts when I move my chin,My belly button’s caving in,My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.My nose is cold, my toes are numb.I have a sliver in my thumb.My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,I hardly whisper when I speak.My tongue is filling up my mouth,I think my hair is falling out.My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,My temperature is one-o-eight.My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,There is a hole inside my ear.I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?What’s that? What’s that you say?You say today is. . .Saturday?G’bye, I’m going out to play!”Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

National Poetry Month Poem: Poetryhttps://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12575592 John 17, Jesus Prays to Be Glorified | Spoken Wordhttps://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12598445Dark Knight - The Crucifixion | Good Friday Poemhttps://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12597460Jesus Christ Superstar (Easter/Resurrection Sunday Poem)https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12611401*Add some Easter music to the list: Hymn: The Old Rugged Cross (Rap Version) https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12605122Hymn: More about Jesus (Rap Version) https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12610916Hymn: All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name (Rap Version) https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12611407Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Proverbs 7 NLTAnother Warning about Immoral Women7 Follow my advice, my son;    always treasure my commands.2 Obey my commands and live!    Guard my instructions as you guard your own eyes.3 Tie them on your fingers as a reminder.    Write them deep within your heart.4 Love wisdom like a sister;    make insight a beloved member of your family.5 Let them protect you from an affair with an immoral woman,    from listening to the flattery of a promiscuous woman.6 While I was at the window of my house,    looking through the curtain,7 I saw some naive young men,    and one in particular who lacked common sense.8 He was crossing the street near the house of an immoral woman,    strolling down the path by her house.9 It was at twilight, in the evening,    as deep darkness fell.10 The woman approached him,    seductively dressed and sly of heart.11 She was the brash, rebellious type,    never content to stay at home.12 She is often in the streets and markets,    soliciting at every corner.13 She threw her arms around him and kissed him,    and with a brazen look she said,14 “I’ve just made my peace offerings    and fulfilled my vows.15 You’re the one I was looking for!    I came out to find you, and here you are!16 My bed is spread with beautiful blankets,     with colored sheets of Egyptian linen.17 I’ve perfumed my bed    with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.18 Come, let’s drink our fill of love until morning.    Let’s enjoy each other’s caresses,19 for my husband is not home.    He’s away on a long trip.20 He has taken a wallet full of money with him    and won’t return until later this month.”21 So she seduced him with her pretty speech    and enticed him with her flattery.22 He followed her at once,    like an ox going to the slaughter.   He was like a stag caught in a trap,23 awaiting the arrow that would pierce its heart.     He was like a bird flying into a snare,    little knowing it would cost him his life.24 So listen to me, my sons,    and pay attention to my words.25 Don’t let your hearts stray away toward her.    Don’t wander down her wayward path.26 For she has been the ruin of many;    many men have been her victims.27 Her house is the road to the grave.    Her bedroom is the den of death.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

A Friend by Edgar Albert GuestA friend is one who stands to shareYour every touch of grief and care.He comes by chance, but stays by choice;Your praises he is quick to voice. No grievous fault or passing whimCan make an enemy of him.And though your need be great or small,His strength is yours throughout it all. No matter where your path may turnYour welfare is his chief concern.No matter what your dream may beHe prays your triumph soon to see. There is no wish your tongue can tellBut what it is your friend's as well.The life of him who has a friendIs double-guarded to the end.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Women’s History Month 2026 Artist Spotlight: Tamara; Thanks to my listeners, and a shout out to Leo!Join me in celebrating honoree, Tamara as I finally recognize her album. :) Also mention my listeners and a good Samaritan. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBm0uvAD7s4&list=RDuBm0uvAD7s4&start_radio=1Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

A Bird Came Down The Walk by Emily Dickinson  A bird came down the walk:He did not know I saw;He bit an angle-worm in halvesAnd ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dewFrom a convenient grass,And then hopped sidewise to the wallTo let a beetle pass. He glanced with rapid eyesThat hurried all abroad,--They looked like frightened beads, I thought;He stirred his velvet head Like one in danger; cautious,I offered him a crumb,And he unrolled his feathersAnd rowed him softer home Than oars divide the ocean,Too silver for a seam,Or butterflies, off banks of noon,Leap, plashless, as they swim.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

I Like Canadians by Ernest HemingwayBy A Foreigner  I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don't smell bad. Their hats fit. They really believe that they won the war. They don't believe in Literature. They think Art has been exaggerated. But they are wonderful on ice skates. A few of them are very rich. But when they are rich they buy more horses Than motor cars. Chicago calls Toronto a puritan town. But both boxing and horse-racing are illegal In Chicago. Nobody works on Sunday. Nobody. That doesn't make me mad. There is only one Woodbine. But were you ever at Blue Bonnets? If you kill somebody with a motor car in Ontario You are liable to go to jail. So it isn't done. There have been over 500 people killed by motor cars In Chicago So far this year. It is hard to get rich in Canada. But it is easy to make money. There are too many tea rooms. But, then, there are no cabarets. If you tip a waiter a quarter He says 'Thank you.' Instead of calling the bouncer. They let women stand up in the street cars. Even if they are good-looking. They are all in a hurry to get home to supper And their radio sets. They are a fine people. I like them.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

One More Round by Maya AngelouThere ain't no pay beneath the sunAs sweet as rest when a job's well done.I was born to work up to my graveBut I was not bornTo be a slave.One more roundAnd let's heave it down,One more roundAnd let's heave it down.Papa drove steel and Momma stood guard,I never heard them holler ‘cause the work was hard.They were born to work up to their gravesBut they were not bornTo be worked-out slaves.One more roundAnd let's heave it down,One more roundAnd let's heave it down.Brothers and sisters know the daily grind,It was not labor made them lose their minds.They were born to work up to their gravesBut they were not bornTo be worked-out slaves.One more roundAnd let's heave it down,One more roundAnd let's heave it down.And now I'll tell you my Golden Rule,I was born to work but I ain't no mule.I was born to work up to my graveBut I was not bornTo be a slave.One more roundAnd let's heave it down,One more roundAnd let's heave it down.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

In You Do I Take RefugeA Shiggaion of David, which he sang to the Lord concerning the words of Cush, a Benjaminite.7 O Lord my God, in you do I take refuge;     save me from all my pursuers and deliver me,2 lest like a lion they tear my soul apart,     rending it in pieces, with none to deliver.3 O Lord my God, if I have done this,     if there is wrong in my hands,4 if I have repaid my friend with evil     or plundered my enemy without cause,5 let the enemy pursue my soul and overtake it,     and let him trample my life to the ground     and lay my glory in the dust. Selah6 Arise, O Lord, in your anger;     lift yourself up against the fury of my enemies;     awake for me; you have appointed a judgment.7 Let the assembly of the peoples be gathered about you;     over it return on high.8 The Lord judges the peoples;     judge me, O Lord, according to my righteousness     and according to the integrity that is in me.9 Oh, let the evil of the wicked come to an end,     and may you establish the righteous— you who test the minds and hearts,     O righteous God!10 My shield is with God,     who saves the upright in heart.11 God is a righteous judge,     and a God who feels indignation every day.12 If a man does not repent, God will whet his sword;     he has bent and readied his bow;13 he has prepared for him his deadly weapons,     making his arrows fiery shafts.14 Behold, the wicked man conceives evil     and is pregnant with mischief     and gives birth to lies.15 He makes a pit, digging it out,     and falls into the hole that he has made.16 His mischief returns upon his own head,     and on his own skull his violence descends.17 I will give to the Lord the thanks due to his righteousness,     and I will sing praise to the name of the Lord, the Most High.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You By Pablo Neruda  I do not love you except because I love you;I go from loving to not loving you,From waiting to not waiting for youMy heart moves from cold to fire.  I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.  Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm.  In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Be Nobody's Darling By Alice Walker Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around You like a shawl, To parry stones To keep you warm. Watch the people succumb To madness With ample cheer; Let them look askance at you And you askance reply. Be an outcast; Be pleased to walk alone (Uncool) Or line the crowded River beds With other impetuous Fools. Make a merry gathering On the bank Where thousands perished For brave hurt words They said. But be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Qualified to live Among your dead.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Never to Dream of Spiders by Audre LordeTime collapses between the lips of strangers   my days collapse into a hollow tubesoon implodes against nowlike an iron wallmy eyes are blocked with rubblea smear of perspectivesblurring each horizonin the breathless precision of silenceone word is made.Once the renegade flesh was gone   fall air lay against my facesharp and blue as a needlebut the rain fell through October   and death lay    a condemnation   within my blood.The smell of your neck in August   a fine gold wire bejeweling war   all the rest liesillusive as a farmhouseon the other side of a valleyvanishing in the afternoon.Day three    day four    day ten   the seventh stepa veiled door leading to my golden anniversary   flameproofed free-paper shredded   in the teeth of a pillaging dog   never to dream of spiders   and when they turned the hoses upon mea burst of light.Audre Lorde was an American writer, professor, philosopher, intersectional feminist, poet, and civil rights activist. As a poet, she is well known for technical mastery and emotional expression, as well as her poems that express anger and outrage at civil and social injustices she observed throughout her life. Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Galentine's Day is an unofficial holiday celebrated on February 13, the day before Valentine's Day, to honor and celebrate female friendships. It originated from the TV show "Parks and Recreation," where the character Leslie Knope created the day to gather her female friends for fun and appreciation. -newmodernmom.comPoems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Poetry by Nikki Giovannipoetry is motion graceful as a fawn gentle as a teardrop strong like the eye finding peace in a crowded room we poets tend to think our words are golden though emotion speaks too loudly to be defined by silence sometimes after midnight or just before the dawn we sit typewriter in hand pulling loneliness around us forgetting our lovers or children who are sleeping ignoring the weary wariness of our own logic to compsoe a poem no one understands it it never says 'love me' for poets are beyond love it never says 'accept me' for poems seke not acceptance but controversy it only says 'i am' and therefore i concede that you are too  a poem is pure energy horizontally contained between the mind of the poet and the ear of the reader if it does not sing discard the ear for poetry is song if it does not deligh discard the heart for poetry is joy if it does not inform then close off the brain for it is dead if it cannot heed the insistent message that life is precious  which is all we poets wrapped in our loneliness are trying to sayPoems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

love is more thicker than forget by E. E. Cummingslove is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to failit is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sealove is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin less littler than forgiveit is most sane and sunly and more it cannot die than all the sky which only is higher than the skyPoems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Top 20 Podcast EpisodesA Poison Tree – William BlakeApology Caged Bird – Maya AngelouChampagne Poetry Cheaters Fat VegansHow do I love thee? – Elizabeth Barrett BrowningI carry your heart – E.E. CummingsLos Angeles Public TransportationLove after Love – Derek WalcottPhenomenal Woman - Maya AngelouScrub Daddy poemSex in a HotelStill I rise - Maya AngelouSummer’s EveThe GrinchTo be in love – Gwendolyn BrooksTouched by an Angel - Maya AngelouWe wear the mask – Paul Laurence Dunbar“Yoga” PantsPoems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Remember By Christina RossettiRemember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land;When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by dayYou tell me of our future that you plann'd:Only remember me; you understandIt will be late to counsel then or pray.Yet if you should forget me for a whileAnd afterwards remember, do not grieve:For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Excerpt from "I Have A Dream" speech by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. 2 I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.  (full speech link below)https://static.pbslearningmedia.org/media/media_files/Full_text_I_Have_a_Dream_.pdfPoems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

She Walks in Beauty - (George Gordon) Lord ByronShe walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens o’er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet express,How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow,But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent!Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Psalm 91My Refuge and My Fortress1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High    will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.2 I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress,    my God, in whom I trust.”3 For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler    and from the deadly pestilence.4 He will cover you with his pinions,    and under his wings you will find refuge;    his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.5 You will not fear the terror of the night,    nor the arrow that flies by day,6 nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness,    nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.7 A thousand may fall at your side,    ten thousand at your right hand,    but it will not come near you.8 You will only look with your eyes    and see the recompense of the wicked.9 Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place—    the Most High, who is my refuge —10 no evil shall be allowed to befall you,    no plague come near your tent.11 For he will command his angels concerning you    to guard you in all your ways.12 On their hands they will bear you up,    lest you strike your foot against a stone.13 You will tread on the lion and the adder;    the young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot.14 “Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him;    I will protect him, because he knows my name.15 When he calls to me, I will answer him;    I will be with him in trouble;    I will rescue him and honor him.16 With long life I will satisfy him    and show him my salvation.”Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William ShakespeareNo longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world with vilest worms to dwell; Nay, if you read this line, remember notThe hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.O, if (I say) you look upon this verse, When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,But let your love even with my life decay,Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Step into the prevailing rhythm of Maya Angelou’s poem “Woman Work.” This episode brings her words to life through a poignant poetry reading, exploring themes of labor, resilience, and the longing for peace and freedom. Perfect for listeners seeking inspirational poetry, spoken word, and reflections on womanhood and strength, this episode invites you to pause, reflect, and connect with one of literature’s most enduring voices.Woman Work Poem by Maya AngelouI've got the children to tendThe clothes to mendThe floor to mopThe food to shopThen the chicken to fryThe baby to dryI got company to feedThe garden to weedI've got shirts to pressThe tots to dressThe can to be cutI gotta clean up this hutThen see about the sickAnd the cotton to pick.Shine on me, sunshineRain on me, rainFall softly, dewdropsAnd cool my brow again.Storm, blow me from hereWith your fiercest windLet me float across the sky'Til I can rest again.Fall gently, snowflakesCover me with whiteCold icy kisses andLet me rest tonight.Sun, rain, curving skyMountain, oceans, leaf and stoneStar shine, moon glowYou're all that I can call my own.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Please join me in this season's first episode. Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Season Finale: New Year's Eve message and 2024 PrayerPoems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Psalm 23 (ESV)The Lord Is My ShepherdA Psalm of David.1    The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2     He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. 3     He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness     for his name's sake.4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,     I will fear no evil, for you are with me;     your rod and your staff,     they comfort me.5 You prepare a table before me     in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil;     my cup overflows. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me     all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord     forever.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Still I Rise, By Maya Angelou You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops,Weakened by my soulful cries?Does my haughtiness offend you?Don't you take it awful hard’Cause I laugh like I've got gold minesDiggin’ in my own backyard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I've got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history’s shameI riseUp from a past that’s rooted in painI riseI'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that’s wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? By William Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

The Magi Visit the Messiah Matthew 2:1-121 After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem 2 and asked, “Where is the one who has been born King of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship Him.”3 When King Herod heard this he was disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him. 4 When he had called together all the people’s chief priests and teachers of the law, he asked them where the Messiah was to be born. 5 “In Bethlehem in Judea,” they replied, “for this is what the prophet has written:6 “‘But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,     are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; for out of you will come a ruler     who will shepherd my people Israel.’”7 Then Herod called the Magi secretly and found out from them the exact time the star had appeared. 8 He sent them to Bethlehem and said, “Go and search carefully for the child. As soon as you find him, report to me, so that I too may go and worship him.”9 After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen when it rose went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. 10 When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. 11 On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. 12 And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Baby Jesus, Child Of Love, By Marcia A. Newton Baby Jesus, child of love, born of Mary, child of God, born this night to bring us light, God with us, Emmanuel.  Bells ring out, a child is born. Angels sing out, "Christ the Lord!" All on Earth rejoice His birth, a Child of love, the Promised One.  Hope was born this silent night, dark no more, eternal light. He came to bring us saving grace, a child of love, the Holy One.  Word made flesh this holy night, Living Promise, Lord Divine. Bringing peace, goodwill to men, a child of love, the Chosen One.  Born this night, this sacred night Jesus Christ, the Lord Most High, came to save and show the way, a Child of love, the Son of God.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

The Paradoxical Commandments, By Kent M. Keith People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.    Love them anyway. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.    Do good anyway. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.    Succeed anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.    Do good anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.    Be honest and frank anyway. The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.    Think big anyway. People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.    Fight for a few underdogs anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.    Build anyway. People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.    Help people anyway. Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.    Give the world the best you have anyway. Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Luke 2 - The Birth of Jesus Christ, The Shepherds and the Angels1 In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. 2 This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria. 3 And all went to be registered, each to his own town. 4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, 5 to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. 6 And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. 7 And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn. 8 And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9 And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with great fear. 10 And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. 11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. 12 And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying, 14 “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!” 15 When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us.” 16 And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. 17 And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning this child. 18 And all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. 19 But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. 20 And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love, By: Christopher MarloweCome live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat valleys, groves, hills, and fields,Woods, or steepy mountain yields.And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.And I will make thee beds of rosesAnd a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtleEmbroidered all with leaves of myrtle;A gown made of the finest woolWhich from our pretty lambs we pull;Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold;A belt of straw and ivy buds,With coral clasps and amber studs:And if these pleasures may thee move,Come live with me, and be my love.The shepherds' swains shall dance and singFor thy delight each May morning:If these delights thy mind may move,Then live with me and be my love.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

The day following Thanksgiving— commonly referred to as Black Friday— has become one of the busiest shopping days of the year in the United States. National chain stores traditionally offer limited money-saving specials on a wide variety of goods in an effort to lure shoppers into stores while offering similar deals online.  (www.britannica.com)Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Thanksgiving Day, By Thomas Frederick YoungGod of the harvest, once againOur joyful tones we raise,For all Thy goodness, day by day,We give Thee thankful praise.With blessings rich, from fertile field,And gifts from fruitful tree,We wish, this day, our thanks to yieldWith earnest hearts, to Thee.We plough'd the ground, we sow'd the seed,But Thou didst send the rainIn grateful show'rs, in time of need,And now we've reap'd the grain.The sun with grateful heat did shine;The dew did nightly fall;And now, for loaded tree and vine -We give Thee thanks for all.The bee, in well-fill'd honey cells,Her sweets for us hath stow'd,The crystal water in the wells,For us from springs hath flow'd.The lowing herd, the prancing steedReceiv'd we from Thy hand,And we, this day, return our meedOf praise, throughout the land.Then let us sing with earnest hearts,       Tho' joyful be each lay,And thankful ev'ry song that startsOn this Thanksgiving Day.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Good Timber, By Douglas Malloch The tree that never had to fight For sun and sky and air and light, But stood out in the open plain And always got its share of rain, Never became a forest king But lived and died a scrubby thing.The man who never had to toilTo gain and farm his patch of soil,Who never had to win his shareOf sun and sky and light and air,Never became a manly manBut lived and died as he began.Good timber does not grow with ease,The stronger wind, the stronger trees,The further sky, the greater length,The more the storm, the more the strength.By sun and cold, by rain and snow,In trees and men good timbers grow.Where thickest lies the forest growthWe find the patriarchs of both.And they hold counsel with the starsWhose broken branches show the scarsOf many winds and much of strife.This is the common law of life.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Thanksgiving, By, Ella Wheeler WilcoxWe walk on starry fields of whiteAnd do not see the daisies;For blessings common in our sightWe rarely offer praises.We sigh for some supreme delightTo crown our lives with splendor,And quite ignore our daily storeOf pleasures sweet and tender. Our cares are bold and push their wayUpon our thought and feeling.They hang about us all the day,Our time from pleasure stealing.So unobtrusive many a joyWe pass by and forget it,But worry strives to own our livesAnd conquers if we let it. There's not a day in all the yearBut holds some hidden pleasure,And looking back, joys oft appearTo brim the past's wide measure.But blessings are like friends, I hold,Who love and labor near us.We ought to raise our notes of praiseWhile living hearts can hear us. Full many a blessing wears the guiseOf worry or of trouble.Farseeing is the soul and wiseWho knows the mask is double.But he who has the faith and strengthTo thank his God for sorrowHas found a joy without alloyTo gladden every morrow. We ought to make the moments notesOf happy, glad Thanksgiving;The hours and days a silent phraseOf music we are living.And so the theme should swell and growAs weeks and months pass o'er us,And rise sublime at this good time,A grand Thanksgiving chorus. Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

 For years, people have debated whether punishing children works, whether it corrects their behaviors without having any negative long-term consequences. Spanking is one such form of discipline. Does spanking children work? (www.psychologytoday.com)Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

To Be In Love, By Gwendolyn BrooksTo be in love  Is to touch with a lighter hand.  In yourself you stretch, you are well.  You look at things  Through his eyes.  A cardinal is red.  A sky is blue.  Suddenly you know he knows too.  He is not there but  You know you are tasting together  The winter, or a light spring weather.  His hand to take your hand is overmuch.  Too much to bear.  You cannot look in his eyes  Because your pulse must not say  What must not be said.  When he  Shuts a door-  Is not there_  Your arms are water.  And you are free  With a ghastly freedom.  You are the beautiful half  Of a golden hurt.  You remember and covet his mouth  To touch, to whisper on.  Oh when to declare  Is certain Death!  Oh when to apprize  Is to mesmerize,  To see fall down, the Column of Gold,  Into the commonest ash.  Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

The Serenity Prayer, By Reinhold Niebuhr God,  give us grace to accept with serenitythe things that cannot be changed, Courage to change the thingswhich should be changed,and the Wisdom to distinguishthe one from the other. Living one day at a time,Enjoying one moment at a time,Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,Taking, as Jesus did,This sinful world as it is,Not as I would have it,Trusting that You will make all things right,If I surrender to Your will,So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,And supremely happy with You forever in the next.Amen.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Domestic violence takes place in our nation every minute of every day, occurring just about every 15 seconds. Most Americans don’t realize just how real domestic violence is and how many lives are affected by it. Most of these cases are left behind closed doors. That’s why the Domestic Violence Awareness Month was introduced to not only educate and raise that awareness but bring the support and strength that domestic violence victims need. Domestic violence awareness month was first introduced back in 1981 by the National Coalition Against Domestic violence. It was created not only to bring more awareness to others but to connect and unify the millions of affected victims that had been battered due to domestic violence. (www.domesticviolence.org)Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Isaiah 6:10  Make the heart of this people dull, and their ears heavy, and blind their eyes; lest they see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their hearts, and turn and be healed.”Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Surviving, By Amanda GormanThese words need not be red for our blood to run through them.When tragedy threatens to end us, we are flooded by what is felt;Our faces fluctuating, warped like an acre passing Seasons. Perhaps the years are plotted & plannedJust like seeds in a fresh-plowed field.When we dream, we act only with instinct.We might not be fully sure of all that we are. & yet we have endured all that we were.Even now we're shuddering:The revelation aching.It didn't have to be this way.In fact, it did not have to be.The gone were/are no threshold,No stepstone beneath our feet.Even as they did not die For us, we shall move for them.We shall only learn when we let this loss, Like us, sing on & on.Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

When the Year Grows Old, By Edna St. Vincent Millay I cannot but rememberWhen the year grows old—October—November—How she disliked the cold!She used to watch the swallowsGo down across the sky,And turn from the windowWith a little sharp sigh.And often when the brown leavesWere brittle on the ground,And the wind in the chimneyMade a melancholy sound,She had a look about herThat I wish I could forget—The look of a scared thingSitting in a net!Oh, beautiful at nightfallThe soft spitting snow!And beautiful the bare boughsRubbing to and fro!But the roaring of the fire,And the warmth of fur,And the boiling of the kettleWere beautiful to her!I cannot but rememberWhen the year grows old—October—November—How she disliked the cold!Poems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree